“I’ve lost my name”, so cried a maiden,
Clothed in white and flower-laden.
A passing bird did hear her cry,
And downwards to her, he did fly.
And so spoke the bird, “What do I hear? What do you mean to say such?”
And thus spoke the maid, “How can you understand? I pray that my words your heart touch.”
“For I once had a name, I was highly revered,
I was a gift, most greatly treasured.
If you knew the virtue I symbolise,
You would not my lament so despise.
For I once was once a name revered by maidens like I,
Who guarded me jealously till they a man should spy.
And on the night of their unveiling,
They would this gift be revealing.
Among the youth also a virtue was I,
They never my name would deny.
But alas my name I cannot find,
My gift and virtue are trampled by the blind.
For this reason do I wail my loss,
No one for my sake holds up a cause.”
And thus answered the bird, “This comfort do i give,
Do not so let your heart grieve.
For though all may have forgotten you,
There are still yet a faithful few.”